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I woke up around 7, not that I wanted to. After staying awake for a few hours, I slid back into bed because I was cold and tired. I set the alarm for noon and slept for nearly two hours. My sleep had been restless and I couldn't warm up, despite the sheet, comforter and fleece blankie covering me. After the alarm rang, my head was still fuzzy and in a half-dream state. Lady Antonia Fraser (just the name, not the image or voice) popped into my head, declaring that my writing was worse than a soggy something-or-other (potato?).
Whoa! That's an odd addition to my day, especially as I have two stories to finish writing. Arrgghh.
My groceries were delivered early in the afternoon, so I had plenty of time to put them away. I can't wait to try the frozen black figs. I hope they taste good, as fresh ones are so expensive. OTOH, so much food has increased substantially in price. Le sigh.
I started cooking dinner after 5, even though I hadn't yet received a text from Brian. I made tricolor fusilli with a tomato pesto sauce. The weird thing is that the aroma of garlic had been overwhelming when I'd opened the jar; but, after heating, it retreated to a timid whiff. When Brian showed up, dinner was all ready. But he was a tired camper. He brought me the weights he promised. They're neat and easy to hold on to. But, OMG, am I weak? I thought they were 5 pounders. Nuh-huh. Merely 2-1/2 pounds. At least now I can figure out different arm exercises.
As Brian was really fading, I let him go early. But, before he left, he had to show me how to unlatch my baby vacuum. Okay, that was easy. He's also been keeping track of Britain's Got Talent via YouTube and really likes Susan Boyle. Awwwww. Anyway, he talked me into shrugging on my coat and walking him out to his car, so I could Get. Some. Air. Ha - what a concept. On my way back in, I picked up my mail. Yay - I can haz a pretty postcard from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tepintzin. I'm just a vicarious traveller these days.
Most of the dishes are done; the pasta pot is soaking; and now I have to get back to my horribly soggy writing. And I can only hope that I feel warmer when I finally do go to sleep. Please, universe, keep me warm!
Whoa! That's an odd addition to my day, especially as I have two stories to finish writing. Arrgghh.
My groceries were delivered early in the afternoon, so I had plenty of time to put them away. I can't wait to try the frozen black figs. I hope they taste good, as fresh ones are so expensive. OTOH, so much food has increased substantially in price. Le sigh.
I started cooking dinner after 5, even though I hadn't yet received a text from Brian. I made tricolor fusilli with a tomato pesto sauce. The weird thing is that the aroma of garlic had been overwhelming when I'd opened the jar; but, after heating, it retreated to a timid whiff. When Brian showed up, dinner was all ready. But he was a tired camper. He brought me the weights he promised. They're neat and easy to hold on to. But, OMG, am I weak? I thought they were 5 pounders. Nuh-huh. Merely 2-1/2 pounds. At least now I can figure out different arm exercises.
As Brian was really fading, I let him go early. But, before he left, he had to show me how to unlatch my baby vacuum. Okay, that was easy. He's also been keeping track of Britain's Got Talent via YouTube and really likes Susan Boyle. Awwwww. Anyway, he talked me into shrugging on my coat and walking him out to his car, so I could Get. Some. Air. Ha - what a concept. On my way back in, I picked up my mail. Yay - I can haz a pretty postcard from
tepintzin. I'm just a vicarious traveller these days.Most of the dishes are done; the pasta pot is soaking; and now I have to get back to my horribly soggy writing. And I can only hope that I feel warmer when I finally do go to sleep. Please, universe, keep me warm!
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